Brenda ... Last night I dreamed we were in the dream, the same as always. In the dream, we were in love again ...
For months now I do not know anything about her. Nobody told me anything more about him ... I have not seen her except once. Escape.
In the dream we kissed. I remember that I never wanted to stop: it was beautiful ... She asked me why! He did not understand why I had left ... and I hugged. The increasingly strong ... I met by chance, I do not remember where, but I remember that I could not take his eyes off me! I liked what I like so much ... Why? Why I still think of her? Why can not I, even now, out of my head?
For months now I do not know anything about her. Nobody told me anything more about him ... I have not seen her except once. Escape.
In the dream we kissed. I remember that I never wanted to stop: it was beautiful ... She asked me why! He did not understand why I had left ... and I hugged. The increasingly strong ... I met by chance, I do not remember where, but I remember that I could not take his eyes off me! I liked what I like so much ... Why? Why I still think of her? Why can not I, even now, out of my head?
Maybe tonight I feel a little 'just do not know ... But I know someone who would like to celebrate with my new job ... The boss decided to pay me to do the thing I like to do: write! And at the moment, this seems to me the best thing that could have happened. At least today. Then, in the future we'll see ...
Certainly, at this moment, I close my eyes and "restart" the dream. I would resent as when I woke up. I swear, we never stop to kiss! I guess we will not stop now ... even
passion, his mouth, his skin ... Everything seemed real. Everything was real!
I feel like pierced by a knife. As if a knife piercing my own soul ... from side to side. Damn me, damn it! Why can not I be happy? Why did I let slip from the hand that life gives me good?
Manco was sand! Manco
were an idiot ... And now I find myself still thinking about my yesterday! The next day I was different, but I realize that is a myth. I do not know how to live simply, I have a little bit, you know, the tendency to complicate things ...
course it's true! Life can sometimes be just weird. How can a dream "pull" out of these things? In the end it's just a dream. Eventually, perhaps, I should not give too much weight ...
were an idiot ... And now I find myself still thinking about my yesterday! The next day I was different, but I realize that is a myth. I do not know how to live simply, I have a little bit, you know, the tendency to complicate things ...
course it's true! Life can sometimes be just weird. How can a dream "pull" out of these things? In the end it's just a dream. Eventually, perhaps, I should not give too much weight ...
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